Women are not Tomboys

Stuff like this bugs me!

Why give credit to males for something like this? Any girl or woman can be into sports and enjoy things which are cool (outside, far outside, from cosmetics, beauty routines and all that so called girlie stuff).

Why do we still have that tomboy attitude when it comes to women?

It’s really strange now that we are so accepting of transgenderism that we still expect women/ girls to be girly and call them something else if they’re not.

Not a tomboy, just ungirly.

Source: 20 Signs Being Girly Is Not Your Thing

The Pick Up Kisser

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Wednesday January 21, 2004  

Apparently I’m a good kisser. This is something I’ve wondered about. But, I have it on the authority of John, that I am. John is a guy I met in the bookstore this week. Kind of nice looking, Greek with brown eyes, black hair and all that 5 o’clock shadow a grrl could lust for. But, he wasn’t interesting. How can a man have no interests beyond sports, his job and TV? To be interesting you need to have interests. Pretty basic to me. Anyway, if I take John at his word, I’m a good kisser.

Since I’m not entirely sure just what John wanted the whole kissing thing is a bit up in the air. But, I’ve decided to decide I’m a good kisser anyway.

Is it standard practice for a guy to pick up a woman while she’s innocently reading, buy her a coffee and then kiss her in the parking lot? All in the space of, at the most, three hours? It seemed a bit rushed to me. I did tell him I’m in a relationship. I did tell him I’m not used to kissing on a first date. I did hesitate at the word date (I forget what I actually said) since that wasn’t what I’d call a date. Shouldn’t a date be where you arrange to do something together, after you already meet for that first initial meeting thing?

Maybe I’m just too old fashioned. Maybe there are no more dates, just pick ups. I don’t want some kind of pick up date. I want a real date. I don’t want to feel rushed.

I wasn’t ready for him to take my hands and start feeling them up. I wasn’t ready for him to take my hand and lead me out of the bookstore as if we were already a long time couple. I really, really, really felt unready when he started the kissing. That nice girls don’t thing is a double edged deal when it comes to being kissed and not hurting his feelings. I did say I didn’t want to kiss after the first one. But, that didn’t stop John. What would have stopped John? I don’t know.

I think John, while far too fast, was mostly harmless. But, I did feel worried and watched to see if I was being followed on the long drive home. Although I did give him my email address I made sure not to give out enough information so he could find the new house. If I wasn’t a nice girl I would have never let that happen. Being nice is a trap. Maybe I’m just some paranoid old maid type, but I didn’t like feeling rushed and pressured in those ways that only nice girls get stuck with.

I’m worth the time, dammit! I don’t think John will get to find that out though. He just wasn’t interesting enough.

Big Boobs

Slim women just look odd with huge boobs, at least when they get so big they seem more like udders. 


My friend has natural huge boobs and needs to get them reduced cause the muscle is pulling away from her body and causing a lot of pain. She also had a cancer scare. It’s too bad men can’t carry around some of the burden for these things they just think of as sex toys.


If men had boobs there would be better sports bras and they would have been invented much sooner in time. 


If men had boobs breast feeding would be a sport. They’d have milk spurting contests, milk production contests and send photos of their breasts leaking milk instead of the penis photos they send now.


If men had boobs they’d measure nipple extension and we would have all kinds of products for making your nipples harder, longer. 


If men had boobs they’d be adjusting their underwear and their bra all the time. 

It's all Slinky and Slippery

This meme comes from Where the Green Grass Grows.

1. If you could build a house anywhere, where would it be?
Still in Ontario (maybe BC if not Ontario) but on a high point of land overlooking the sea, or a really big body of water. Surrounded by fields of wildflowers and forests beyond that. Not too far from a city for book shopping, lattes and Internet connections.

2.What is your favorite article of clothing?

Nightgowns. Sometimes soft and warm and sometimes slinky and slippery.

3. Last C.D. you bought?
Jann Arden.

4. Where is your favorite place to be?
Exploring a really interesting old house with my camera and a coffee waiting out in the car.

5. Least favorite place to be?
Out in the cold, waiting for a bus. Though I’m sure there are worse places that is the first that came to my mind today.

6. Are you strongest in mind or body?
Probably not either one. Mind, maybe, only because it can outthink my body.

7. What time do you wake up?
Different every day.

8. Favorite kitchen appliance?
Refridgerator. What would we do without it? I never had to deal with an ice box or rely on a root cellar and hope for the best. I’m quite happy to leave those experiences to the older generations.

9. What instrument would you like to play?
Piano maybe.

10. Favorite color?
Deep, dark red.

11. Sports car of SUV?
Neither one. I’ve seen both with very poor and thoughtless drivers. I’d rather have a sedan type of car or a smart car – they’re so small they are kind of cute. Or a VW Bug, a combination of the sedan and smart car look.

12. Favorite children’s book?
The Raggedy Ann series. I remember them from when I was a kid.

13. Favorite season?
Spring. I would have said Winter, but that was before we moved to Barrie.

14. Least favorite chore?
Looking after other people. I need a break!

15. Favorite day?
Everyday that I’m feeling ok and still on the planet.

16. Favorite food?
That’s a long list. Lattes, cheesecake, ice cream, Chinese, Mexican, the salad bar…

17. Favorite drink?
Various coffees, right now it’s the Dolce latte.

18. Favorite word?
Free.
19. Favorite inspirational book?
Don’t have one.

20. Who would you like to play you in the movie of you life?
Winoa Ryder. She could do it mentally, but it would be hilarious to see her dressed up in a big enough fat suit to look like me.

Could you Spare a Cup of Fat?


I really think it’s time someone invented a pill that kills fat cells. Just take one and all your extra fat dissolves. How simple would that be. Movie stars could take a double dose so they can keep their skeletal good looks.

If it became common they’d be cheap too. Everyone would have a pill or two as needed. Think of all the savings to the environment. No more exercise and diet books would need to be printed, all those trees could be spared! The existing books could be recycled. You get to choose to compost them or use them as wood burning fuel.

Everyone would wear the same sized clothes, or near enough. Everyone could eat less cause food would get kind of boring if there wasn’t that whole challenge of not getting fat. Then, all those exercise machines and gadgets could be made over into machinery for hospitals, factories and other more productive things.

Health care costs would go way down too. All those doctors working on liposuction, stomach stapling and such would be transferred into more useful things like helping cancer patients and sports injuries cause far more people would be involved in sports and extreme sports too.

I bet things wouldn’t go so well for TV. As people felt better and became more active they’d be less likely or interested in settling down in front of a TV screen for the evening. Maybe more would go out to movies. Likely they would choose something else, something more interesting than watching other people do things. Now, all slim and trimmed up they would do more of those things themselves.

Few people would need a second dose. Once they felt good (emotionally and physically) they wouldn’t settle for a sedientary lifestyle. Keeping active would keep them in better shape.

The one thing I do wonder is what would happen to all that dissolved fat? Could it be somehow put to use. Could it be gathered in it’s dissolved and compressed form and shipped off to all those starving people in Third World countries. I’m not sure how that would work exactly. It could be kind of complicated. However, instead of listening to those informercials begging for dollars you would hear them begging for your used fat cells instead. Your wallet would be of almost no interest if you’d just spare a few hundred fat cells instead.

Thank you very much.

I'm Not Horse Mad


I’m not one of those people who own or ride a horse regularly. I have ridden but not since I was about 16. I’m not someone who puts pictures and drawings of horses on her walls. Though I’m sticking one up here on my blog now.

My Grandmother loved to watch the horses. She was Irish and they are kind of famous for their horses.

Yesterday I watched some equestrian sports on CBC. It started with dressage, then went to the hunting race and then the show jumping. I also like to watch the carriage driving and I may yet get to one of those Faires to watch jousting. Have you ever watched any of those?